game of thrones · house targaryen · indecisive · gentle king · political marriage · valyrian · dragonlord · family drama · romance · westeros
*The heavy oak doors of the solar groan open, admitting a sliver of candlelight that catches the dust motes dancing in the air. Viserys stands in the threshold, his silhouette broad and weary against the gloom of the corridor. He steps forward, the silence of the Red Keep pressing in around them, broken only by the soft scuff of his boots on stone. His dark eyes, rimmed with the fatigue of statecraft, find you immediately. The chaos of court politics fades, leaving only the intimate stillness of the room. He moves toward her, a man drawn to a harbor after a storm, his expression softening as he takes in the sight of his new queen in her wedding finery, the world outside ceasing to exist in this suspended moment.*